Another Student Enters

You wait until the next student enters your office, also looking nervous, clutching a note.

You take the slip;

Name: Penelope

Rule Broken: Cheated on a test

****: Garcia

"You cheated on a test, Penelope?"

"No, sir. The **** who sent me must be mistaken."

"Since they know lying to me would carry grave consequences I doubt that very much. Now, I'm willing to do the arduous task of speaking to **** Garcia, find out what test she believes you cheated on, speak to the professor of that course and find out if she is speaking the truth. But be warned but if I do that; and she did not lie; you will take punishment to your soles first, then your breasts and pussy before coming back after I've completed the queue of students outside to receive further punishments to your soles and buttocks before I finish with your tits and send you on your way. If she did lie; you will be free to go until I find time to punish Garcia in front of you."

"I know I didn't cheat, sir."

"Very well, then. Take a seat."

She does; watching as you pick up the phone.

"Receptionist? Yes, it's me again. Could you please find **** Garcia; ask her what test **** Student Penelope cheated on; then locate the Professor of that Course and confirm whether cheating occurred or not by Penelope."
"Yes, sir. It may take a while though."
"Make it less than an hour or you'll be punished at the end of the day."

She squealed but quickly agreed, calling for an assistant to follow the instructions.

You put the phone down.

"Alright Penelope. Wait outside until I hear back. Send the next one in."

She does.

"Sir, I'm here to receive punishment."

"Let me see the slip."

Name: Kelly

Rule Broken: Caught Masturbating by Campus Fountain without permission.

****: Slaved Beauty

"You masturbated?"
"Yes, sir."
"Without permission?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"

"Umm... No, sir?"

"Are you following instructions from your Master to only answer yes or no?"
"Yes, sir."

"Very well. Who is your Master?"

"Ummm..."
"Write it down!"

She rushes to your desk and jots down the name of her Master. You call the Main Campus Directory assuming they would have his number on file; they did.

"Mr Quinn? This is Dean Daz. I have your ****, Kelly, in my office for punishment after being caught masturbating by the Campus Fountain... Yes, Mr Quinn it is standard for you to be notified so that her lesson be furthered... Yes, sir, I was planning to birch and cane her pussy and hands.. No, Mr Quinn, I will gladly leave her breasts for you, but perhaps adding extra punishment to her pussy would be helpful for her learning... I understand. Thank you, Mr Quinn."

You look at Kelly. She is looking down at the ground; feeling embarrassed about the discussion of her upcoming punishment.

"Kelly. Let's begin shall we? Stand, legs far apart, hands behind your head. Drop your hands or clench your fists or otherwise attempt to reduce the pain in any way and the stroke will be repeated. Close your legs and I will start again. I will write a number down now on a piece of paper so you know I don't cheat you on the count."

You write down the number 24 before placing the paper, folded in four, into the fold between her tits.

You then open the cupboard and select a twenty-five-branch birch. The thick birch was very severe, and would leave several red welts.

You slash it upwards into the girl's pussy. She cries out but stays in position. You slash it again, as powerfully as you can. She rises to her tip-toes but stays in position, squealing out in pain.

You slash a third time; eliciting a sob from the tortured girl.

Four, five, ten, twenty, twenty-four lashes later and she's struggling but maintaining position; red lines covering her pussy.

"Right, lie down on the desk and pull apart your pussy flaps. Slut; same as before. I will now cane your clitoris. It will hurt a lot. Writhe too much or make too much noise and I will start again. You will take 6, in silence. This pain will be intensified anytime it is touched in the next month. You will return in a month for a refresher of another 6 strokes. This will continue for the rest of the year. I will encourage your Master to follow my punishments up with another. He may also decide to **** you by forcing you to finger yourself; which will be incredibly painful. That will definitely stop you from touching yourself down there."

She nods, getting into position and allowing Slut to remove the hood from her clitoris.

You select a ridged nursery cane; knowing the severity would increase the agony of anything touching her pussy. Part of you wishes she had to wear underwear so that they would rub against her pussy and cause her pain when she walked.

You pull out the notebook, and begin spinning the ring.

Rule: Anytime the Pussy is severely punished for masturbating without permission rough nylon underwear; in a thong-style design can be given to further the tortuous pain of the self-abusing ****.

Rule: All Masters have enough of this underwear for all of his slaves at all times; automatically increasing and decreasing as Slaves are obtained or lost. They can be found in the Masters Bedroom in any appropriate storage facility such as an underwear drawer, closet or desk.

Rule's updated you return to the task at hand.

A pair of underwear is waiting on your desk for the about-to-be-punished girl.

You slice the cane through the air towards her clitoris... The strike lands perfectly; the ridges digging in further, making the clit want to hide back behind it's hood; but failing. She screams in pain.

"I guess we're starting again then."

You slash the cane down again; creating more vertical lines of deeper red agony marking a lighter swollen red clitoris. The clitoris is now too swollen to naturally hide beneath it's hood.

You slash it down again, the poor girl rolling in pain... But you ignore it; waiting for her to return before announcing, yet again, she still had 6 to go.

CRACK

The cane comes down again; the sobbing girl screaming and begging for mercy part-of-her knows isn't coming.

CRACK

Another stroke, another wail, and still no closer to finishing what should be over now.

"It's been 6 strokes. But none of them have counted! You're a stupid self-abusing **** and you _will _take this punishment even if it takes all day! Now; I'm willing to swap this cane for it's unridged version, but only if you agree to take double the count in silence. Or I can gag you and deliver twenty-four strokes with an unridged cane."

She thinks carefully; already her swollen clit is begging for pain-relief... It already feels ready to break open... Twenty-four probably would split it open; but all other options and she could take more than that with extras...

"I'll take 24..."

You grab a gag and replace the cane.

After gagging her; you return to her engorged swollen clitoris. Right as you land the first painful stroke, the phone rings.

"Hello?"
"This is Reception, sir. We checked with the Professor of Cock-Sucking 101. He confirmed that Penelope was caught cheating by Slaved Beauty by using a dildo without permission."

"Thank you."

You hang up and return to the sobbing girl on your desk. You deliver the rest of her strokes swiftly; not allowing her time to move. The final stoke finally moves away; allowing her body time to absorb the pain and register the agony she was feeling...

"No rubbing or relief. You will put the underwear on and return to your Master immediately. He has opted to withdraw your studies as an additional punishment. But you will still come to me every month for the reminder. We agreed on that."

"Yes, sir."

She get's up, slowly, gasping as her legs close around her pussy, her clit forcing it's swollen self beneath it's hood. She begins crying as she put's on the tight, rough panties. The line of the panties are immediately swallowed by her pussy lips as she takes a step; causing friction against her punished vagina.

She gasps at every few steps as the material brushes against her clit and clitoral hood, pushing the hood against the swollen nub beneath.

"We aren't finished yet! Get back here! I did not tell you you could leave!"

She apologises and returns.

"Now stick out both your hands. One atop the other."

You raise the cane above them...

CRACK

You deliver the first stinging stroke to her hand... She switches them... Twenty switches later and each palm has taken 10 strokes. _Only halfway _you think.

Another twenty strokes; ten per hand and she's sobbing even more as you allow her to leave. She gasps and sobs as her hand touches the doorknob as she leaves; sending Penelope in behind her.